I've got the back sack madness and an ace up my sleeve

I'm going up, down, around before I pick up and leave

I'm wearing red because I'm dead on a Saturday night

You best believe I'm gonna pa pa party and fight

Without a sound I'm making loud all that you can't conceive

Bringing down the house erecting what you need to see

And what you be is what you see until it's xyz

And then the Mud Pill Palace is your ecstasy

Got a front row seat and I'm making the scene

I've got the biggest dream dreamed, you've got a little machine

And then you stu-stu-stutter looking blankly at me

Because you can't understand what you cannot see

See because bigger isn't better if it's up against me

For every move you think you've got I've got a hundred at least

Show me what you got, show me what, now, what you can play

Try to get a grip as you watch me walking away